Hearing the old man’s eager inquiry, Hu Xiaobei knew that he genuinely liked the tea.
He smiled and was about to say something when Sun Fuan’s father, Sun Haiyang, spoke first.
"Hey, hey, hey, Xue, everything has a sequence! This tea was given to me by Xiaobei, so don’t covet it because even if you do, I won’t give it to you."
Upon hearing Sun Haiyang’s words, Xue Zhengming responded directly, "Given to you? How big is your face?"
"Ha ha, Xue, you’ve known me for a long time! My face is just that big!"
"Hmph, don’t talk nonsense with me. The principle of sharing when we meet, you understand. If you want to hog it, I could step outside and shout. You should be aware of the consequences."
Hearing Xue Zhengming’s threat, Sun Haiyang’s expression slightly changed.
Sun Haiyang knew that many elderly people of similar age lived here, all of whom liked tea leaves. So, if Xue Zhengming really did go out and shout, it would definitely draw many people. By then, if everyone shared the little tea available, he’d probably only be able to get one box of tea leaves himself.
Seeing Sun Haiyang’s complexion change, Xue Zhengming chuckled, knowing he was using a somewhat underhanded trick, but he still had to, as he really couldn’t bear to part with the tea leaves.
...
Sitting aside, Hu Xiaobei watched the two of them squabbling over the tea leaves like children, and with a bitter smile, he spoke, "Gentlemen, there really is no need for such a struggle. I have plenty of such tea leaves, as much as you want."
"What?"
Both men, stunned, looked at Hu Xiaobei.
Previously, both Sun Haiyang and Xue Zhengming had assumed that the tea was extremely precious, but now they realized it apparently wasn’t, at least not to Hu Xiaobei.
Seeing them gaze eagerly at him, Hu Xiaobei continued, "Really, there’s plenty."
With that explanation, Hu Xiaobei took out his phone.
Earlier, he had taken some photos of the tea trees.
After the two men carefully looked at the photos Hu Xiaobei had taken, they saw the long row of tea trees.
"So many!"
Shocked, they lifted their heads in unison and asked, "Xiaobei, are... are all these tea trees yours?"
"Yes! They all are! So you really don’t need to fight over this. If you really like them, I can even gift you a tea tree!"
"Great! Great! Great! Xiaobei, make sure you keep plenty for us! We have no other hobbies but just love tea leaves!"
"Sure, as long as you’re willing, it’s absolutely not a problem."
Sitting aside, Shen Youwei watched them become fast friends and sighed with emotion...
At that moment, Shen Youwei was grateful Hu Xiaobei hadn’t pursued a government post; otherwise, he might have had to cede his Mayor’s position to him...
...
Two hours later, Hu Xiaobei and Shen Youwei left amid their farewells.
After the car left the compound, Shen Youwei patted his stomach and sincerely exclaimed, "Xiaobei, the taste of the vegetables and fruits you grow is really amazing. Although I’ve eaten them more than once before, just now, I couldn’t help but eat a bit more."
As he spoke, patting his bloated stomach, Shen Youwei reminisced about the scene they had just left!
After tasting the tea, Hu Xiaobei had asked the cooks to prepare some dishes with the vegetables he had brought...
Once these dishes were served, everyone went crazy...
Although Shen Youwei had eaten them before, seeing others enjoying heartily, he couldn’t resist and ended up overeating...
Thus, when Shen Youwei left, he noticed that the expressions of a few servants there seemed a bit odd...

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